They say the eye is the window to one’s soul. Is it really that simple? … Look into my eyes. Can you see all of Me? Can you recognize all that lives and moves in the particles of my spirit. The indefinite energy, confined in this body of mine…
Can you see it All through my eyes?
These eyes are a colored sea. Come. Soak. Swim. They stain the shirt upon your shoulder. Drops of blue, colors of the moon. Sail. Warm winds scatter dreams. Wild waves, washed tears. Push further… Far into the sea. Into the colors of me.
Yours Truly,
– Water